◆ Wang Zong
Ruoxi Xi.
Beautiful eyes
Affectionate and gentle
The shallow desire to sing stopped.
The shyness of instant bowing
Ruoxi Xi.
Lying alone in a green bar
The woodcutter saw it and forgot it.
Raise an axe and lose ground.
be dumb as a wooden chicken—be dumb-struck/transfixed (with fear or amazement)
Ruoxi Xi.
Wandering by the Qingxi River.
Wu Li Hua Xiang
Play a piece by Ian.
Let me sleep
Ruoxi Xi.
Unknown fate
When will it be wonderful?
Step on a clear stream and want to sail.
The oriole sang loudly.
Ruoxi Xi.
But you ask.
Light cover firewood fly
How long can the buckle last?
Dreaming about each other every year
A butterfly in love with flowers
◆ Wang Zong
Hua Lian is dead, Hua Lian.
See flowers but not butterflies all over the mountain.
You live in a flower.
When will you come to my house?
Ask the party.
Ask Li Niaoyin.
Let the dust and wind go to the end of the world
In the sad hot sun
Hua Lian is dead, Hua Lian.
Yesterday, the stars returned to the moon.
Heartbroken tears
Shu Ya, Liu Feng
When can I see you?
When will you be in a hurry to return it?
When did you trip and fall?
Who will draw the moonlight?
Touch the pipa
Sad pipa
When the flowers wake up tomorrow.
Bring flowers to see flowers.
Go deep into dreams
Or her or her?
It is difficult to love a butterfly when it is empty.
Hua Lian is dead, Hua Lian.
I said, where are you?
◆ Wang Zong
I just want to ask, where are you?
If you don't answer, consider me a passerby.
Just go and make soy sauce. It's nothing important, just for fun.
Yes, I said, where are you?
The ant told me yesterday.
Said the bug would definitely visit at midnight tonight.
By the way, I brought the information about the oil thief.
Mother mouse is going to have a baby.
There was a party yesterday.
The mouse introduced the bug and the bug introduced you.
I said, where are you? I turned around for a long time.
I haven't seen you! I also misunderstood that gecko is your smooth long hair.
I mean, you shouldn't be as far away as a fish, should you?
Chasing that star, a fantasy that can never be pondered.
Yes, I'm just worried. I'm sure you won't
You once said that I long for the fragrance of the forest.
I remember that time I told you that this is unique to poets.
Although you may not believe it, it shows that you are closer to flowers and trees.
The arrogance and failure of that flower is because of your existence.
You made her shudder. It was that flower that saw you and felt ashamed.
I asked Spring to give you a message. Did you get it?
She walked away from me and walked straight in your direction.
Along the way, the flowers are blooming and the grass is growing.
Even the mountains and streams are jumping happily.
But where are you? I don't know when you received the message.
Don't leave it in late autumn and early winter, in that case.
What should I do? Keep waiting? Or buried nearby?
I always knew you were far away and I didn't know where you were.
I'm going to visit Xia Chan tomorrow.
Tell it I miss you.
In an unknown green leaf.
Just waiting for you to take my heart away early to comfort me. ...
Jiangnan in spring
◆ Wang Zong
Jiangnan woman, is that you? A brisk pace.
With the waves rippling shallowly
Boat, it paddles yo, paddles to my heart.
Is that you, Jiangnan beauty? Scenery of oil-paper umbrella
Still dreaming by the pillow
The smiling face of the moon and the beauty among the flowers in March
Beautiful birds with willow branches smell everywhere.
Dance in one's sleep
You step on a song to rock the boat of spring.
The ground is full of fragrance and Iraqi wings.
Graceful.
If yes, if no, your breath if yes, if no.
Accompanied by a beautiful bird in my dream
Accompanied by a trace, wave without interest.
The swaying boat is gently in the dream.
There are waves again, gentle waves and waves
Reflect the shadow of spring
I want to ask, is that you? In the spring.
Spring scenery, you are the most beautiful in March.
Holding my head, I whispered, and the spring breeze rose gently in my ear.
The fragrance blew the flowers all over the floor.
Shameful gorgeous and elegant world.
Iraq smiling on the pillow.
A woman who hangs clothes
◆ Wang Zong
Look, there is a woman hanging clothes.
Look how charming her beautiful figure is.
The woman who hummed a minor lived happily.
Hang clothes on the clothesline.
Put the clothes in order and put the clothes rack in a posture.
Humming a little song, humming a lot of beauty in life.
I like this warm sunshine and this lively fish.
If you give her a hundred dollars, you won't get it.
Look at that woman hanging clothes.
A very enthusiastic woman is always busy.
Far away, I saw her as a busy woman who loves life.
Women who love labor also walk briskly.
What a wonderful life full of happiness and happiness!
A woman who lives a happy life without sadness.
Beautiful because of labor, happy because of beauty.
A happy woman, a professional woman.
I wonder why she is so happy.
Singing in her mouth, the warm sunshine shone on her.
She hung the clothes one by one on the clothesline.
Everything is so easy.
Her family is also very happy, because I see that she is very happy.
Her family also likes to work, because her family is very happy.
Her family also loves life, because her family all work.
There is no sadness, because I live happily, because there is no sadness.
This is a warm scene, a woman in the warm sunshine.
A woman who works and hangs clothes.
Witness the death of the gods
◆ Wang Zong
Sister,
All the springs are dead.
The flower god shed a tear.
The river of forgetfulness is covered with flowers.
Sister,
The beauty of that winter is just a legend.
There is no ice and snow in the south.
Only indifference
Struggle is everywhere.
Just because I have a breath in my life.
Blood is boiling everywhere.
However, the ending is so bleak.
I saw the Yellow Emperor jump into the sea.
There is no myth of immortality at the top of shushan mountain.
That's just an excuse made up by people who don't want to die.
The Yellow Emperor's jumping into the sea is a doomed ending.
Monsters are dripping in the world today.
I can't kill it all by myself.
The battle is a little urgent.
I need a rest.
Then let me be in sad valley of flowers.
Turn into a wisp of smoke
Ascend to heaven and be a fairy who is out of life and death.
Find a reason why you will never die.
Sister,
I saw the Yellow Emperor jump into the sea.
The immortal will die.
Any monarch is sometimes humiliated by his own legs.
Heaven was infected by a catastrophe.
All the gods are dead.
Chiyou is all over the place.
The crazy growth of bloodthirsty maniac
Sister,
If I become a fairy, I will die.
I witnessed the death of the gods.
Being a fairy can't escape the disaster.
Sister,
Please be on a certain day.
Waiting by the forgotten river
Clean up what I dropped from the sky to the ground
The only fragment
Turn around like a girl every time.
◆ Wang Zong
It is raining, isn't it?
The typhoon in June blew over your face.
Firm eyes without a sigh.
Lonely, you run away.
You have come a long way because of a smile.
Rows of coconut trees are left at the corner.
Loneliness left me in a foreign land.
Dreaming of the sudden arrival of youth
Once again embarked on a lonely dream-seeking journey.
Dreamland is still a lonely landscape.
Why do you turn around every corner like a girl?
Why does every girl have your shadow?
Why is spring still mottled?
Why should we watch all the spring withers in one day?
Why stop all the blooming beauty?
But I still cherish that yearning.
Helpless vows can't fade now.
Helpless, some restlessness is secretly making trouble.
But every time I turn around, I look like a girl.
But every girl is just like you.
It is raining, isn't it?
/kloc-The weather in October is still uncertain.
You are so determined every time you breathe.
There is no despair in your years.
The weather in October is always cloudy or sunny.
Now I'm alone.
Rows of coconut trees left around the corner
Leave us walking together.
I don't remember the beautiful scenery along the way.
I'm just on my next trip
Travel at dusk
◆ Wang Zong
Hey, friend, where are you going?
I want to find my lover.
She's at the end of the day.
On the other side of the mountain, in the center of the sea.
Tell a story for ten thousand years a day.
Talk about the sweetness of the protagonist in the story
It's true, they are very sweet.
It's just that this is the end and the beginning of the story
It's hard. Love is so hard.
It is said that there is a legend of a king at the end of the sun.
Wang is inspecting the world.
As soon as spring is over, the king will wither.
It is said that the formation of the equator is related to the king.
Ten thousand years a day, well, ten thousand years a day.
We paint slowly and carve slowly.
We carved the earth into a circle.
Since then, there have been mountains and waters.
From then on, the corner of the king is dusk.
Dusk is just the king's back.
Dusk is just the loneliness of the king.
The king drove his throne across the mark of the earth.
Yes, the equator is the trace of Wang's loneliness.
I said, friend, it's tiring to stand.
Why don't you sit down?
Why don't you settle here?
Really, there are mountains and water here.
What's wrong with it? Tell me, what happened to it?
I said, friend, stop your steps.
Really, traveling alone is very tiring.
Why don't you find someone to accompany you?
In this case, maybe the road ahead is easier.
A story of ten thousand years in a day.
That is a legend of a king.
I think there is you and me in that story.
What did you say?/Sorry? Why don't you think about it
Missing is like the moon bay in the treetops.
I saw you in my dream.
Wandering footsteps, across a bay of stars and moons.
With a wave of your sleeve, you caught one.
Grabbed a handful of fragments of my sleep.
I know, you are just my fantasy.
You are just the support of my missing.
So, this is all, this is all.
It's true, you are my support, not just my idea.
Where there is life, there is life. You are the pillar of my life.
Go, go, let's travel, it doesn't matter.
When we are kings of the world, we wander.
Known as vagrancy
◆ Wang Zong
Tie the sword to the saddle.
Keep the horse behind you.
A thin horse
You walk unsteadily.
Like a drunk in a deep alley.
I will have a job.
Go to the nearest city.
Plunder the capitalist's wealth
Send it to the father of Shenshangou.
My father who has never left the mountains all his life.
The mountains are barren and still happy.
Just ran away from home, I ...
I often think of home.
Father is sweating again.
Where am I tonight?
Waves often disturb dreams.
Take a walk on a Ma Zaishan.
Or the stars walk with me.
I want to be a hero.
I am better than people.
Seek a future under the banner of loyalty and righteousness
I didn't do it for myself.
I want to rob a woman.
Take it back to my room full of children.
One hundred and eighty is the best.
Finally, take them to Shui Bo Shanzhai.
Continue to fight bravely.
None of these are for me.
My old father.
Bend over and come back from the field
The moon is high at night.
Help each other with mom.
I decided to do something big.
But I don't want Don Quixote's stupidity.
When fighting the enemy, you must pay attention to strategy.
After several battles
My sword is sharp.
The dagger for killing is also broken.
Why do you think those enemies are so tough?
Not only tough but also cunning.
What tactics do you play in art books?
Just like using precious Chinese medicine only in the late stage of cancer.
It doesn't help at all.
The front line is losing ground.
Bad news spreads frequently.
I walked with horses in ancient battlefields.
It's lonely here
It was abandoned.
Living in the days related to Maotai
◆ Wang Zong
one
I'm in the country of wine
Yes, I'm in the land of wine.
I had an alcoholic father before I was born.
After birth, some poets drink alcohol.
Three cups and two lamps, my father wobbled-
I am a farmer who cultivates land.
I want to plant this bottle, it will sprout in spring.
Grow wine such as Chishui
Three cups and two lamps, the drinking poet said-
Maotai, Maotai, when will you have a good life?
I hope I don't wake up when I'm drunk. I hope I don't wake up when I'm drunk.
It would be nice if spring melted slowly.
two
By the way, the flying sword is by the way, the seven sons of Beidou
Proud people are looking forward to Dongpo Lake.
And that old buddy Huang Xinli.
Crazy Tsing Yi rushed into the dream of drinking.
The meaning of drunkenness is not in the song, and Li Famo in the north is in the wine country.
Devil-like, decadent in the madness of wine.
Singing with a drunk bottle.
The nectar of manna is sacred, you can find it yourself.
Gelson, the drunken Gu Yelang, is deeply rooted in him.
I often think of half the moon.
Destined to stay awake at night, the story of that night
The moon is destined to be buried by me, accompanied by the ripples of spring.
three
The story of two drunks, the story of detouring deep alleys.
Jaco said, Look, I found the moon again.
Didn't you bury it? Wang Zong, you're lying again.
Liu Xianwen's simple and honest expression: No, we just sang with drunk bottles.
I want to tell the world that I am just a swordsman.
A swordsman who roams the world on horseback
I have done many things in the world and experienced the disaster in this life.
If you don't respect me as the king of the world, the day of the resurrection of the king will be difficult.
Now is the world of monsters dripping wet, and I need to face more battles.
Even if the sword weakens the horse, I am still in my twilight years.
Smoke will also diffuse, because there are successors.
Also, there are more and more monsters.
Fight, then fight, no one is afraid of anyone.
From Loushanguan and Qinggangshao to the ends of the earth.
Then the beautiful scenery, and then the wasteland.
Then to the Cold Spring River and then to the desert Yuan Ye.
four
Wang Zong is a murderous maniac, and the God of War is almost near-re-embodiment.
One is unkind and the other is careless.
Look, another group of immortal people have fallen.
Is that a man who fell? Is it a god? God?
Don't be surprised, a pair of rags, magic smoke rolling,
Twisted body, like the existence of the devil.
It is a theorem that the strong can only survive by killing demons.
Think of you as a passerby and leave them alone.
Blood splashes a hundred feet, and skeletons fly a thousand miles. Magic is a very fragile existence.
Wang Zong is also fragile, so are all demons.
A deep-rooted person, a deep-rooted person
Dogs eat dogs like crazy people.
five
The supreme king rules the world and gives everything in the world.
Of all the nectar, you are the king.
The world's top watchman, the spiritual belief of great coercion.
Solemn as the power of mountains and rivers cannot be moved.
When Maotai came out, all the demons were dwarfed.
Repair the disability in the world.
Get sincerity, get harmony and get the true meaning of life.
Smoke can dissipate, although the sword will rust.
Big countries have their own big wines, and big wines have their own big countries.
The nectar of manna has a sacred condition, so I can find it myself by participating in nature.
Use blood to smear, use life to understand.
With soul and nature, I want to be king at this moment.
Without me, there is nothing, nothing but.
Then wander, then drink.
Drink back all the water in the Yangtze River and dry all the tears in the Yellow River.
After drinking Everest, I bent down deeply.
The nectar of manna has a sacred condition, so I can find it myself by participating in nature.
I want to be the king of this world and the king of the afterlife.
I am happy and carefree, and I don't care about all the troubles in the world.
When Maotai came out, I was the king of the world.
six
Put down the butcher knife, stand on the ground and be king, singing wine.
It's the day of being king, and it's a day related to Maotai.
Putting down the butcher knife will make people live a stable life.
The day to cut to the chase, the stone is the day to cut to the chase.
Work confidently, plant confidently, and get drunk confidently.
Safe production, safe brewing, and safety arrogance.
On this land, on this green land.
In this rapid pace.
Or become a fairy, a god, a demon.
All by personal preference, as long as our peace lasts forever.
Even if you play a song, you can sing a song.
Even if you dance and jump around like crazy.
Oh, Dionysus, luna, the sun.
Oh, Youyou Baihua Valley, oh, Qiushui is a fairy with jade as her bone.
This is the season when flowers are in full bloom. Let's enjoy a song.
At this moment, it is like a happy and carefree king.
Earthquake poetry
Hometown, don't be afraid, we can afford it.
◆ Wang Zong